The guy

I feel like I used to be more honest on xanga. I could hardly go two posts without writing masturbation or penis or naked or some other exciting word. WordPress compels me to be light and clean. And this has been good when my life has been light and clean, but the past couple of weeks have taken a turn the other way and I want to share about that as well.

Sin always seems to have a build-up particularly after a time of purity. I was going on seven weeks without any porn or masturbation and temptation was rising. This was coupled with increasing weariness as the school term continued (I feel like a battery draining), cooler weather and the x-factor of the flu shot.

Then wallah. I ended up on a chat site talking to random guys. To start with it was all very G rated and I moved on from anyone who wasn’t. Slowly it became a little PG and then I downloaded a chat app, which almost acts as an extension of the site. All this is to say my slip down the slope continued and I told myself I still wasn’t technically sinning.

I’m a romantic, so even when I’m sinning sexual talk has only momentary appeal to me. I think the best thing about having a boyfriend would be cuddling in bed and I mean that genuinely. That is to say, chatting to a cool guy who just wants to chat is a lot more appealing to me than removing clothes.

This is obviously leading to the fact I found someone else who felt similarly and we chatted and chatted and chatted. We never said ‘we’re guys who like guys who like guys who just like to chill and chat,’ but the fact neither of us asked any questions from a certain subset made it pretty clear that we were those kinds of guys.

Communication via a cell app is slow, so we probably didn’t really say a lot to each other, but we chatted for hours. Over several days. It was so exciting for me in deep places. Here’s a guy who wants to talk to me. Here’s a guy who talks to me first. It woke me up early with butterflies and exhilaration that even though I had only had four hours sleep I functioned like I’d had 12. I’m the guy who wants a guy to ask me how my day is and listen as I crap on. I want a guy to cook dinner with and go for a run with and then cuddle in bed with. Chatting to some random guy who wanted the same thing is a pretty good feeling. Also he said I was attractive, I said he was attractive, but I don’t think he exercised as much as me.

Sometimes I feel like no one knows what’s really happening with me. The people I see every day at work don’t really care and the ones who care I don’t see or talk to as often as I would like. Usually through no fault of anyone’s. So my romantic mind thinks that having someone who asks how I am day after day and really cares and learns the rhythms of my life and my concerns and engages deeply would be pretty cool. I think that was the main appeal of this.

I don’t want this to seem like it was more than it was. I didn’t love him or want to spend my life with him. He was just a cool guy who I chatted to.

Then I ended up sinning and then this joy turned to something else.

Even though I was still talking with this guy it stopped making me feel happy and good.

Instead I felt grumpy and tired and lethargic and frustrated.

This is how grumpy I was. Earlier in the week I had my youngest group of students, on the verge of teenagehood, who are usually loud and enthusiastic and fun and a few of them were doing the wrong thing and I told them off as you do as a teacher. I didn’t yell or anything, but the kids must have sensed something because they hardly talked for the next 50 minutes. If that isn’t a wake-up call; I don’t know what is.

Then I realised I wasn’t really talking to students in other classes and then when they did something wrong I got very frustrated inside and wanted to punish them, which wasn’t likely to lead to long-term success for anyone.

Then I got sick of the guy. The guy who a week earlier I had been so excited about. Coming home from work and talking to someone for a few hours has a way of making the chores pile-up. So I had all these things I needed to do, but someone kept messaging me. Then I was even skipping interesting things, such as gardening and blogging, to talk to him. This frustrated me as well. I mean, how do people have time for people day after day after day?

Thankfully, he must have got sick of me too as we haven’t communicated for a week and there was nothing in our last conversation that would cause this situation. This means there’s been no; ‘why don’t you talk to me as much as you used to on those four nights we talked a lot’ or anything like that.

Then I was sick of myself and sin and paths that lead away from God.

There were no blinding lights or a melodious Hillsong track that caused me to realise this. Sure, I felt metaphorically dirty. But there was more a deep conviction that this is not the direction my life should take. That this would be a futile and frustrating path.

I sat with my parents on Friday night and talked and played scrabble the on Saturday I had jam and scones with some friends and it all felt very normal and cleansing and good.

I’ve probably said it before, but if I was to get a boyfriend or stop being a Christian, it would be pure rebellion. I can’t flick some switch in my mind and pretend what I know to be true isn’t. This side of me always seems to win out after a couple of days of porn or several days of chatting with some guy.

God is true.

His way is right.

Follow Him.

So simply and so beautiful and so hard when I feel like a relationally thirsty little boy who can’t be empty for just a little while.

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3 thoughts on “The guy

  1. oh bro, I understand what you’re saying…
    You’re not the only one who feels like a relationally thirsty little boy.

    If we talk about being honest I’ve been struggling with the same. This past days/weeks/months, I’ve been feeling alone, feeling the need of someone to have a good laugh with, go for a hike and a swim to the nearby rivers and cuddle. And that feeling of loneliness had got me into porn/masturbation more times than I’d like to admit.

    so, when a some time ago I met a guy online in a FB support group for people same-sex attracted-Bible-believing people, who would just talk to me, because He cared, the conversation started flowing.

    We could talk about anything, from our favorite TV shows to what was going on with our lives. No specific agenda, nothing forced, just talking for the sake of just having a nice conversation with another guy who I find interesting and who find me interesting. Then, as the conversation flowed, we created a friendship and sometime, we even talked about the future.

    Both of us have the same view of what the Bible says about homosexuality. But being in this broken world, we were wondering if SSA people are condemned to live alone. So we started talking about maybe a covenant friendship, a relationship where we would not be alone for the rest of our lives, because we would always be there for each other just as two great friends, taking care of each other, being there to support, to hug and to hold, while being celibate.

    The idea seemed attractive, to have someone to hold and care for… but then, something convinced me that this was not what God wanted for me, I mean, there was no epiphany or something, just my convictions telling me that getting into a relationship with another man, was not the road I must follow. If I did, just like you said, it would be pure rebellion, because I could do it, but I could never get rid of those beliefs and convictions that would be reminding me always that I’m not doing God’s will…

    You can’t be more right when you say God is true and He is always right
    It’s now our turn, then, to trust and obey.

    Have a great day bro!

    Will pray for you tonight!

    • Thanks for sharing your story Tony and encouraging me that other people are also dealing with similar things and that you are also turning to God!

      • Yeah bro, thanks.
        We just need to hold on to Jesus hand, so one day we can say as the Apostle Paul said: I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day—and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing.

        Have a great day bro!

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